I like it when someone is talking about their husband and they call him " My Man". It sounds so romantic doesn't it? After 41 years with Art I call him The Man, Or Mr. Man :)
This blog post is a valentine for That Man....
I forgot that today was Valentines Day. It's not a holiday that we always celebrate. Some years Art will give me a valentine, some years he will give me jewelry, and some years, like this one, nothing.
I can truly say that either way I am fine with it.
I guess it's cause He is such a sweetie every day.
He is kind and always considerate of me.
He still thinks I'm gorgeous and tells me all the time.
He cooks for me and cleans up after himself.
He adores his grandchildren, and I love the way he treats them.
He is generous, and encourages me to do things that I want to do or things I want to try.
He puts up with my moods, worries, and desire to control. He often reminds me that God is the answer for those moods, worries, and kindly reminds me that really only God is in control.
Oh and I can't forget that
He takes out the trash without my asking....
No one is perfect and 41 years is a long time. We married young, and we went through some difficult times, but Art was willing to work hard and get sober to save our marriage.
This is why every day is Valentines Day for us.
Yes, I have to say,
He is The Man.
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